a single line

of open space,

a passage

between aging

brick walls

shadowed with

moments of sun,

where lies

and promises

pause randomly,

standing unsteady

in conversation

with no one

or privately

with equals,

whispering like


discussing secrets

until choosing

separate paths

to unknowns


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